Murder Will Out, This My

So Was Hir Jolly Whistel Wel Y-wette.

Nature, The Vicar Of The Almighty Lord.

Look Up On High, And Thank The God Of All.

We Little Know The Things For Which We Pray.

Lat Take A Cat, And Fostre Him Wel With Milk, And Tendre Flesh, And Make His Couche Of Silk, And Let Him Seen A Mous Go By The Wal; Anon He Weyveth Milk, And Flesh, And Al, And Every Deyntee That Is In That Hous, Swich Appetyt Hath He To Ete A Mous.